There was a certain slowness to Sova that El Aran was beginning to notice. It was deliberate, a sort of unhurried, unharried air that exuded calm or, at the very least, unconcern. If her stare not was not quite so intense, El Aran might have been tempted to view the smoky black girl as rather quiet and simple— but simple she most assuredly as not. Just as stirred embers could release a blast of heat and fire, so the black mare believed of her younger companion. Her own dark eyes searched Sova’s steady stare, looking for signs of her inner fire.
Wherever it was, it was well-banked. The girl’s voice hardly held any emotion as she discussed her sire. El Aran did not realize they had not been close. She turned from Sova and led the way along the gritty yellow sand toward the newer part of the territory. She kept the ocean on their left, for the breeze that rolled in off of it provided a little relief from the heat. "Why do you stay, if the heat bothers you so?" she asked, and it was only curiosity that laced her tone, with no ounce of unwelcome or distaste. Sova had mentioned following Encantador to the Desert because he’d been angry, and El Aran had just clarified for the smoky girl that he was fine.
It was a shallow question she had asked, and she elaborated after only a few steps: "That is— what brought you back to this sun-soaked land?"
Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia
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